Gina Bean!

Just heading to work today, Moira was scrambling around in the hall and ran into the bedroom door frame.  She looked pretty traumatized by the whole thing (bruised ego more than anything since she’s jumping around just fine), and sulked on our bed until we coaxed her out of the bedroom with some treats.  After eating them, she’s decided to retire to one of her beds in the living room and not fight with the slippery floor anymore.  She’ll probably be back to herself before long, but I just hate leaving her like that.